We are in Melbourne and three in the morning.
I'm sitting at the table of the billiard room of the hostel, people playing, loud music, who goes to bed, risers, who comes, who enters. One type has a chair and just jumped and 'put chasing a friend around the corridors.
A girl who seems to Brigitte Nielsen talks to the phone by turning the rooms. Fausto and 'went to bed and I begin our story .... We took the train from Padua to 31 'cause we lost the one from Treviso my fault (I had read the wrong time!).
Denis, who had brought me in Treviso, Padua took us to launching its Dedra to speed 'than ever before. Upon arriving at the station we went running with backpacks just to see the Eurostar escape by a whisker ... so we took the next train and changed at Bologna, where Faustus saw Salvatores, director of Puerto Escondido.
In Treviso, Bologna and Rome, Fausto has met friends. In Treviso, I saw that Luke was going to Bologna to spend the last year. We arrived in Rome at 22:30 and we wanted to leave the backpacks luggage but found it full. Then we tried to leave them in a hotel but we have shot at least 10 empty. The year 2000 was just around the corner so we decided to go to Piazza del Popolo still.
Asking for the direction with the backpacks we have indicated a YWCA hostel where a lady has allowed us to leave our luggage for free. The road later, 'was like a flight! To celebrate we bought 
two cans of beer at 7,000 lire each and we went to the Trinita 'dei Monti, where we welcomed the year 2000 in the crowd between rain of champagne, cake and fireworks. We met a couple of guys with the Romans which we have spent time chatting and then we went to Piazza del Popolo, where the concert was. People were climbing on parked cars to dance above the carrozzoerie happily toasting and owners probably in some apartment, perhaps watching the concert on television, unaware that soon they will have to wish well to their body shop. We waited for the opening of the station in the crowd sitting on the ground, it was bitterly cold and then we sat on a board, we pulled out the sleeping bags, backpacks leaning on a pole and slept. Then they opened the station, we walked in and we riaccampati. We had to take the train at 6:20, but we woke up at 7:10.
We arrived at the airport quite destroyed, fortunately, before thinking that we had only a two-day trip! When boarding a guy asked us if we went to Melbourne, 'cause we had heard at check-in. His name is Roberto and here in Melbourne will study 'English for a few months. It comes from Padua, and 'graduate, has done his military service and, tired of the usual life, has decided to leave. We 
also known a couple, she Helen, Italian, and he, Dimi, Australia.
They just got married and come to live here. They were very kind and told us to call if we needed anything. From Rome to Athens, where we arrived we were made to sleep in a hotel already 'included in the ticket price. We got up at night to catch the plane. After a stopover in Bangkok we left for Melbourne. We arrived at 10:30, now of Melbourne, 00:30 Italian time. At the counter of the tourist information we have proposed this hostel (Backpackers in Australia) in St. Kilda and even accompanied us through the Formula 1 circuit. After a shower we went to bed for a couple of hours but we woke up at ten in the evening. As we read the bulletin board ads, we have heard of a guy and asked us if we were Italians. He and 'Sicilian, named Joseph, and' come here for a girl, history and 'over, he ran out of money and now look for a job. We went out to see the beach, we ate a slice of pizza and drank a beer, we returned home and phoned the hostel. After a few games of pool we got to the current situation and that means' one that I'm going to bed myself.
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